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She’d been cutting and styling hair for the past four years. Now, she was sure she’d seen everything her profession had to offer. But then she met her.

She welcomed her into the salon with a smile, seeing another mess of hair waiting for her to conquer. But as she began listening to her story, she realized she might have bitten off more than she could chew…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

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Maria started working as a hairdresser well before she finished high school. She’d always had a knack for making people smile with their looks, and with hairdressing, she could do just that. She started helping out at her aunt’s salon for a quick buck in her senior year. Going to college, she knew she wanted to focus on hairdressing, but she had no idea how much impact it would have on her life.

Two years later, Maria found employment as a hairstylist in her city. Her ultimate dream was to open her salon, where she could explore all that hairdressing had to offer. But she’d worked for four years, seeing all the good and bad that came with her profession. She was confident she’d seen it all until that fateful Saturday morning.

That Saturday was a big one for Maria and her colleagues. The salon was packed, with each stylist booked throughout the weekend. But as Maria was finishing up with one of her regulars, she noticed a teenage girl peeking through the windows. She paid her no mind, but what the girl did made Maria set aside her comb.

The girl, dressed in a pair of gray sweats and an oversized hoodie, stepped into the salon. Maria could tell she was nervous. She set her clippers aside and faced her with a smile, but the girl turned around and stormed out of the shop.

“Excuse me, Lucy,” Maria apologized to her client and weaved through the busy salon into the street.

“Hey,” she called out. The girl was almost turning a corner.

“Come back,” Maria said. The girl stopped, turning around. There was apparent fear in her eyes, and her lips trembled. She looked away from Maria.

“Please, come back,” Maria repeated, her lips curling again. “What’s your name?” Maria asked when the girl walked back to her.

The girl mumbled her name, and Maria shared hers. “Do you want to come in?” she asked. “We have milkshakes and great stories.” And although the girl nodded and entered the shop, Maria could tell she was still uneasy.

She escorted her through the many chairs, clients, and stylists. When the girl lowered her hood, Maria knew why she’d run away.

“Cut it all,” the girl said as Maria stared at her hair. It was matted and messy, with thick blobs that hadn’t seen a comb in a long while.

“Why do you want me to cut it?” Maria asked, already seeing that she’d have to clear her schedule for the rest of the day.

“Because it’s worthless,” said the girl. “I’m worthless.” Her eyes grew wet with tears. “Please, cut it all.”

“Let’s take it slow,” Maria said soothingly. “We’ll start with the comb first, really work through the motion.” She broke a sweet smile. “We’ll use the clippers as a last resort, okay?”

The girl looked at her quizzically but nodded. “Why do you care?” she asked. What she said next made Maria’s heart rip in two. “Nobody ever cares,” the girl shared.

She told Maria her life story, explaining how her mom passed away a few months past. She’d been falling apart ever since, drowning in the darkness that was seemingly ever-present in her life. There were times she felt so down, neglected, and worthless that she couldn’t even brush her hair.

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“My school’s around the corner,” said the girl. She’d need a new photo for the semester and couldn’t deal with the pain of combing her hair all out.

Listening to her story broke Maria’s heart. She cleared her entire weekend, just squeezing in her clients with some colleagues. She sat with the girl throughout the day, powering through hours of combing and cleaning. Could she stop her from cutting her locks?

As the day ended, so did Maria. She turned the girl around in the mirror. They’d reduced what was once a mass of matted curls into a more manageable lump of tangled hair. The girl smiled her first smile of the day, but Maria knew they still had more work to do. She smiled back and asked the girl if she could return the next day.

Maria rarely opened the salon on Sunday mornings, but this was a special occasion. She wasn’t sure the girl would show up, but as she saw her reflection behind her, she knew. “Come in,” she chirped, ushering the girl into the salon.

The girl dressed differently than the previous day. She’d swapped her sweatpants and hoodie for a flowing blue dress, and her dark hair was free. Did she seem happier? Maria would find out.

Maria picked up where she left off with the girl’s hair. She asked her what length she was comfortable with and her preferred styles. Although the girl was reluctant to talk sometimes, Maria thought she was exciting and lovely to talk to. They spent hours together. While most of the huge blobs and matted portions of her hair had been fixed, there was still a lot of damage near the scalp. Maria frowned as she wondered how to proceed. They had made so much progress that Maria worried the girl might slip back into her sadness and feel hopeless again if she mentioned it. She came up with a plan instead.

Maria knew she had to buy some time to make sure she could come up with a better solution. If she stared at the girl’s head for too long without working, she might get suspicious. Maria’s mind raced as she tried to think of ways to prolong the situation while she could work out what to do. Since Maria knew that if she could get the girl to open up a little more, she could look for common ground with her. She desperately wanted to help her more. She took a deep breath and began asking her some questions to see how it went. Maria was itching to learn more about her. She obviously carried a lot on her shoulders, especially for someone so young. It pained Maria to know that the poor girl was going through so much.

However, Maria also had a personal reason for wanting to help. Her life hadn’t been easy either. She had grown up the hard way, with very little money. She’d grown up needing to help her mom pay the bills for herself and three siblings. Leaving school at such a young age was a difficult choice. Maria had once had dreams and ambitions but was forced to put them aside for her family.

Then things got even harder. Maria’s mother had struggled through life. She faced obstacles throughout her life. When she was just 22, Maria’s father abandoned her and the children. Her mom had found a way to keep the family afloat, often working three jobs to make ends meet. Maria was only 17 when her mom got sick. Losing her mom to illness at such a young age was the most difficult thing Maria had ever endured. It was many years ago, but she still felt the pain daily.

Maria realized now why she had felt an instant connection to the girl, and as she stared at the damaged roots of her hair, she knew she had to help her somehow. Maria changed tactics at that moment. Rather than asking the girl to open up and risk her feeling uncomfortable, Maria decided to speak about her past instead. While the girl was occupied hearing about Maria’s own tragic childhood, Maria used this time to figure out a solution for her hair.

As she spoke, an idea soon came to her. Maria realized that the last clumps of matted hair were too small and delicate to extract without hurting the girl. However, if left that way, they could also grow out and mess up her hair again. Maria knew that relaxers contained harmful chemicals. They weren’t meant to be applied directly to the scalp, so she’d have to be extremely careful.

Gathering some tools of her trade, she mixed some of the treatments and began carefully applying them to the affected areas. It was a stressful situation. Maria kept the girl engaged in conversation as she executed her plan with the delicacy of a surgeon. The relaxer worked to treat and detangle the portions of her hair that would have been too tricky to do by hand. Amazingly, after the state of her hair when she first came in, it was now completely transformed from roots to tips.

Maria told her the good news. Unexpectedly, the girl’s eyes welled up, and she began crying. Maria expected her to be happy and had no idea what was wrong. When the girl calmed down and explained, Maria was relieved. They were tears of happiness, as the girl said how grateful she was. Maria was ecstatic. She finished the last bit of the marathon job. Now that the girl’s hair was beautiful and manageable again, all that was left was the styling.

When she was done, the girl gasped with shock. Maria brought the girl a mirror. She trimmed the hair above the girl’s shoulders, curled the ends, and added slight shades of sandy brown to complement the girl’s golden bronze color. The girl ran a hand against her hair, sifting through the soft curls. Her lips curved ever so slightly, her eyes budding with tears. She looked up at Maria.

“I’ll actually smile for my school’s pictures,” she said. “You made me feel like me again.”

In the end, Maria managed to get the girl’s hair back to normal and gave her a free makeover too. Brimming with renewed confidence, she was now the star of picture day. After hearing Maria’s story, she and the girl became

close friends. Maria spoke to her boss, and they allowed her to come to the salon after school to work as an apprentice stylist. After all she had lost in life, her makeover ended up giving her new hair and a newfound hope to change her life.

 

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I Just Met This Guy, He Took Me To a Hotel When We Got There, What He Did Left Me Outraged

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I walked into an eatery one afternoon to order takeout. While I waited for my food I kept busy with my phone. A man walked up to me with determination on his face. He smiled and said “Hello my name is Victor. I have been trying to get your attention from my table over there (he points to a far-off table). READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

You didn’t even blink in my direction.” I looked at him and said “Sorry I’ve been engrossed with my phone.” He said “I can see that. I suppose that’s how to get your attention, through your phone. Can you give me your number then?” I didn’t mind giving…Read Full Story Here……..

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1999 Toronto Saga: How Former Speaker, Salisu Buhari, Declared False Age and Forged University Certificate

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On the 3rd of June, 1999, Salisu Buhari, a 29-year-old Nigerian businessman who made his fortune dealing in computers, was elected as the speaker of the House of Representatives in Nigeria, a position which constitutionally made him the fourth most important person in Nigeria.

Unknowing to his colleagues, the government and the whole of Nigeria, Salisu Buhari was not qualified for the office he occupied. Few weeks after he was elected, findings revealed that Salisu Buhari, the sixth Speaker of the House of Rep. forged his way to power…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

The News Magazine released an article on the 19th of July, 1999 claiming that Salisu Buhari is seven years younger than the 36 years he claimed to be and that he didn’t attend the University of Toronto in Canada not to talk of graduating from the institution. The News Magazine had more than enough proofs to back their claims thus suppressing all threats made by Salisu Buhari and his lawyers to sue them for libel.

Salisu Buhari
Salisu Buhari

It was made known to the world that Salisu Buhari, the self-acclaimed Toronto University graduate, was actually born in 1970 and not in 1963 which he claimed. This rendered him unqualified to be the Speaker as section 65 subsection 1 of the 1999 constitution of the Federal Republic of Nigeria disqualified anybody under 30 years from contesting membership of the House of Representatives.

Also, it was made known that Salisu Buhari didn’t attend the University of Toronto in Canada not to talk of graduating with a degree in Business Administration in 1990. The University of Toronto, when asked, denied knowing Salisu Buhari. The management said they couldn’t find any record relating to the his name. Carlo Villanueva, an official of the Institution said,

Regarding your request for confirmation of degree for Mr. Ibrahim Salisu Buhari. We have searched our records and could not find anybody with the name you are inquiring with”.

Letter from University of Toronto
Letter from University of Toronto

Also, Salisu claimed that he did his national youth service at Standard Construction in Kano. This was proven false as records at the NYSC secretariat in Abuja could not produce his name among the 1991 corps members who served in the scheme. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

Blocked in every way, he had no means of escape. After several open denial of the allegations and threats to sue The News Magazine, Salisu Buhari, on Thursday, July 23, 1999, eventually faced Nigerians and admitted declaring false age and forging certificate. In tears, he said,

“I apologize to you. I apologize to the nation. I apologize to my family and friends for all the distress I have caused them. I was misled in error by the zeal to serve the nation, I hope the nation will forgive me and give me the opportunity to serve again.”

He then resigned and walked into the shadows. In 2013, he made his return to the news and the public space when he was appointed as a member of the governing council of the University of Nigeria by President Goodluck Jonathan’s administration.

Normally, the move garnered a lot of criticism. In a feeble attempt to justify the appointment, the Nigerian government explained that Buhari’s apology had earned him a presidential pardon from President Olusegun Obasanjo.

 

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The Man Called Adegoke Adelabu ‘Penkelemesi’

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Joseph Gbadamosi Adegoke Adelabu alias Adelabu Penkelemesi was a colossal in the political arena of Ibadan and the then Western Region before the independence of Nigeria in 1960.

He was born in Oke-Oluokun, Ibadan, on September 3, 1915 to Mr. Sanusi Ashiyanbi Adelabu and Mrs. Awujola Adelabu. At the tender age of five, Adegoke Adelabu lost his mother and then lived with his paternal aunt. Adegoke Adelabu attended St. David’s C.M.S School in Kudeti, Ibadan from 1925 to 1929; CMS Central School, Mapo, Ibadan in 1930 and Government College, where he was a head boy, from 1931 to 1936…Click Here To Continue Reading>> …Click Here To Continue Reading>>

 

In 1936, Adegoke won a U.A.C scholarship to study commerce in Yaba Higher College but eventually left the college six months later to work as an assistant to the UAC Ibadan district manager. After working with UAC for sometime, he was promoted to an Assistant Manager due to his hard and clever work. However, he left UAC in 1937 to start a business of his own which was unsuccessful. He later took up a civil service job, then returned to UAC in 1945 only to leave after a short period to start a textile trading business which was successful.

After acquiring little wealth from his textile business, Adegoke Adelabu got involved in politics. The starting point of his political career was traced to the period when Ibadan lineage chiefs (Mogajis) rose against Salami Agbaje, the then Otun Balogun of Ibadan, from becoming the Olubadan of Ibadan. In 1951, during the local elections, Adelabu and some other political elements formed a new party called the Ibadan People’s Party to challenge the already established Ibadan Progressive Union and fortunately for Adelabu, the new party won all six seats to the Western Regional Assembly. READ FULL STORY HERE>>>CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING>>>

However, the Ibadan People’s Party broke apart after an informal alliance with NCNC was proposed by Adelabu. Adegoke Adelabu stayed with NCNC and became the secretary of the party’s Western Province Working Committee. In 1954, Adelabu became the chairman of Ibadan District Council. Also, in the Federal elections of 1954, Adegoke Adelabu won a seat to the House of Representatives and later became the First National Vice President of NCNC and appointed Minister of Social Services. He held this post along with his chairmanship of the Ibadan district council.

He later resigned from both positions after allegations of corruption by the opposition party, Action Group.
In 1956, Adelabu ran for a seat in the regional assembly as the leader of NCNC in the Western Region but his party lost majority seats to Action Group thus making Adelabu the leader of opposition in the Western House of Assembly.
Adegoke Adelabu alias Adelabu Penkelemesi was a strong politician, leader and had his ground, a firm ground, in Ibadan. He was found of using the phrase “Peculiar mess” whenever he address the public. The non-literate segment of his followers who had never heard of the words peculiar and mess and never knew its meaning Yorubanized the phrase into “Penkelemesi” and then added it to his name- Adegoke Adelabu Penkelemesi. The people so much loved Adelabu. He was indeed a ‘man of the people’. OldNaija gathered that when he became the Minister of Labour, he was given an official limousine car which he drove to Ibadan to show his friends and followers and declared that the car belonged to them, not him. Also, when Adelabu was given an official residence in Ikoyi, the most exquisite part of Lagos inhabited mostly by the British and French, he called drummers from his hometown to celebrate the success which the British and French residents found disturbing. Adegoke Adelabu simply said, “If they do not like noise and drumming, they are free to go back to their own country.” Adegoke Adelabu admitted being an egoist in a book he wrote in 1952 titled ‘Africa In Ebullition: Being a handbook of freedom for Nigerian nationalists’.

Adegoke Adelabu and Obafemi Awolowo
Adegoke Adelabu and Obafemi Awolowo

On March 25, 1958, at the age of 43, Adegoke Adelabu met his untimely death in a fatal car accident on the Lagos-Ibadan expressway. His death sparked protest and chaos in Ibadan as many of his supporters claimed he was assassinated by his opponents with juju. Several properties were destroyed and people also lost their lives. The police arrested over 500 persons of whom 102 was charged with murder and others discharged and some, jailed. It was indeed a big loss, a “peculiar miss” for the people of Ibadan.

 

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